Women? The Convent?
Since British Vogue declared boyfriends uncool, I’ve been unable to stop thinking. Thinking, perhaps too simply, about the volumes of criteria we’ve invented and refined to categorize women: hot, lame; cool-girl, weird-girl, boyfriend-girl; mob-wife, homemaker. Thinking, perhaps too abstractly,
What is Sydney Sweeney’s deal?
Not to be that person, but the first time I saw Sydney Sweeney on screen was in the 2019 arthouse film Clementine. She plays a young, frivolous girl who strikes a brief and homoerotic friendship with a woman who’s retreated into the wilderness. The film is, to my best recollection, an unsatisfying
IOTW: Ballroom Emporium
Situated at the Cowley head of Oxford’s most treacherous roundabout—an arena where pedestrians, cyclists, and vehicles alike engage in transitory games of chicken, all to make their way in and out of the City Centre—sits Ballroom Emporium. The gilded, serif lettering displaying the boutique’
